People feed off of it.
I am not people.
Which is a shame, since lately I’ve been infested with the crap.
As I continue to heal from the loss of my best friend, I keep searching for that internal fire to spur me forward.
Yeah, well, this mess in my head ain’t it.
Hot-oil splatter is what I’ve got.
What the heck are you supposed to do with that? (Other than yelp and run for your mommy?)